It felt great to be back inside a Speedway car, even though it wasn't his own. Leonardo couldn't wait to get back to the island and retrieve his Ferrari. As they headed through downtown Brooklyn, Leonardo gazed out the window. A few heads turned to look at the car. In the back seat, Lyle, Trek and Natalia were all giddy with excitement.

"Is there, like, a secret passage to Speedway hidden somewhere in the city?" Natalia asked.

Brad laughed. "You've been reading too many spy novels," he said.

"Do you know, Leo?" Lyle spoke up.

Leonardo tried to remember if he knew the way to Speedway, but all he could remember was a red mist before falling into unconsciousness, and Raphael saying something along the lines of, "See ya in a few hours."

"I was unconscious for the whole trip," he finally answered.

"Well, now you'll see the way back to Racer's Paradise," Brad told his son.

The friends all looked out the windshield. Their eyes widened as they saw the docks fast approaching.

"Uh...Mr. S.?" Trek started.

"Yes, Trek?"

The car picked up speed.

"Dad!" Leonardo yelled.

"Yes, Leo?"

Brad pushed a button and harnesses shot out and pulled the occupants back against their seats.

"Hang on," he said.

Leonardo squeezed his eyes shut as the car flew off the wharf and crashed into the water.


Everything was silent, save for a faint humming. Leonardo slowly opened his eyes. The car was filled with a dim, blue light. He looked out the window and came face to face with a curious fish. He let out a startled cry.

"Aw, Leo, you're up," Brad said.

Leonardo turned to his father, then looked over his shoulder at his friends. They were still out cold.

"Let them sleep. It'll be another few hours before we reach Speedway," Brad explained.

"Why aren't we dead?" Leonardo asked.

"Speedway cars are built for such impacts."

Leonardo turned to look out the window again. "We're driving underwater," he pointed out.

"It's the only way to get to Speedway. Once you punch in the coordinates, there's no stopping the autopilot."

Brad took his hands off the wheel and put them behind his head. "Besides Raphael and Bishop, I'm the only one who has ever seen the road to Speedway."

"You call this a road?" Leonardo asked.

He leaned forward and found himself staring down a deep chasm. Different species of fish swam around the car. Leonardo was so absorbed in watching the fish that he didn't notice Trek, Lyle and Natalia waking up.

"Are we dead?" was the first thing out of Lyle's mouth.

Father and son turned around. Trek stretched and Natalia tried to hide a yawn. Lyle looked out the window and saw that they were underwater.

"Are we dead or am I dreaming?" he asked when a fish swam by the window.

"We're all very much alive," Brad replied.

Trek rubbed his eyes. "Then, why are we underwater?"

"And why isn't the car being crushed under the weight?" Natalia added.

"This is the only way to Speedway," Leonardo answered.

"And, Speedway cars are built to withstand the crushing pressure," Brad informed.

Just then, the computer screen flickered on and a keypad popped up. Brad punched in a code and the pad disappeared. The car began to climb upward.

"Everyone," Brad started. The car broke the surface. "Welcome to Speedway."


Slick tapped his fingers against his glass and stared at the television that was showing the highlights of the previous night's hockey game. Though he wasn't much of a hockey fan, he suffered through it due to the simple fact that it was the only thing that was on. The Race Track was no longer the high spirited sports bar that it had once been. Everything about the old Speedway had vanished.

His depressing thoughts were interrupted by his ringing cell phone. He pulled out the phone and checked the number. Not recognizing the number, he decided to answer to tell whoever it was that they had the wrong number.

"Hello?"

"Slick, it's me."

Slick nearly fell off his chair. "Leo?" he whispered.

"Who did you think it was?" Leonardo asked.

"Where are you callin' from?"

"A payphone near my old apartment building."

Slick steadied himself against the bar counter. "You're already in Speedway?"

"Duh. After you told me Raph, Don and Mike went AWOL I asked my dad how to get here," Leonardo explained.

Slick smiled. "Yeah. I kinda figured he tell ya," he said.

"That's not all he told me," Leonardo informed.

Slick blinked in confusion. "Come again?"

There was a commotion on the other line.

"Can you meet me in my old apartment?" Leonardo asked. "I'll explain everything then."

Before Slick could answer, the line went dead. With a heavy sigh, he hung up and shoved the phone in his pocket. Abandoning his drink, Slick went out to his car. Making sure no one was following him, he got in the car and headed for Summers' old apartment building.


"I can't believe you owned this," Trek said as he explored the apartment.

"This place is huge," Lyle added.

Leonardo ran his hand over the top of the flat screen television that still sat on the stand. Nothing had changed. No doubt April and Casey had done everything within their power to keep the apartment looking neat and tidy. Brad walked over and placed a hand on his son's shoulder. Leonardo looked up at him and smiled. It slowly faded as the memory of when he nearly killed Donatello came to mind. However, it was short lived. A knock sounded on the door.

"Leo? You in there?"

Leonardo hurried over and opened the door. Slick walked in and the door was closed and locked again.

"What happened over the phone?" Slick asked.

"We were almost sighted by the police," Brad answered.

Slick froze. He turned to face the man who spoke. Brad smiled.

"Hello again, Seth," he greeted.

"We used his car, so of course he came," Leonardo told Slick.

Slick cleared his throat. "It's been a long time since I've gone by that name," he said. He turned back to Leonardo. "So, when did ya get here?"

"A couple hours ago," Trek replied.

"Who are you?"

"Slick, this is Trek, Lyle, and Natalia," Leonardo introduced. "My friends from New York."

"Leo's told us all about this place," Natalia said.

"And his dad told us everything about you and your brother," Lyle muttered. Trek elbowed him in the side. "Ow! What?"

Slick looked at the floor. Brad made his way over to him.

"Seth, you're not at fault. Bishop is. Whatever happened to this place is his doing."

Slick took a deep, shaky breath. "Raph was protecting me," he whispered. "All he was doing was protecting me. He did nothing wrong."

"We'll find Raph, Slick," Leonardo promised. "But, first, I have to see April, Casey, Don and Mike."

Slick scoffed. "Good luck tryin' to see Mikey and Don."

Leonardo swallowed hard. "Why do you say that?" he asked.

"Though they don't have offical proof, those two are now the newest members of Bishop's agents."


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